private marriage

Jin Zun Mansion.

Ling Nuanqing sat at the dining table, the servant didn't know her current taste, so she prepared everything that could be prepared.

Ling Shaocheng patiently picked fishbone and peeled shrimp for her, and even brought food to her mouth.

She just glanced at it without opening her mouth at all.

Ling Shaocheng became anxious and put the bowl heavily on the table. "Why don't you eat like this?"

"I just can't eat it."

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to prepare it."

Ling Nuanqing's eyes fell on his face. "I want to eat hand-rolled noodles made by my mother."

The man held his hand lightly. After returning from the amusement park, he had shut Yuan Ying out for two consecutive days. He really didn't want them to meet again. "If you want to eat hand-rolled noodles, I can find the best master for you."

"What I want is made by my mother, Ling Shaocheng, I only have one mother."

Looking at the dishes on the table, Ling Shaocheng deeply felt that the woman beside him was a white-eyed wolf. "You threatened me?"

"How could I? Could it be that I'm pregnant and want to eat something I like, can't I?"

OK, of course!
Ling Shaocheng clapped his hands on the table, "You'd better persuade her, I don't want to see her make me mess up, and I don't want to hear her say things you shouldn't say."

Ling Nuanqing had no expression on her face, she seemed to agree readily, but her resentment towards Ling Shaocheng would only get deeper and deeper.

There is nothing wrong with Yuan Ying wanting to take her away.

Ling Shaocheng got up and went upstairs. Not long after, the assistant brought Yuan Ying in.

"An'an!" Yuan Ying stood guard at the gate of Jin Zun Mansion early in the morning, Ling Nuanqing got up and plunged into her arms. "Mother."

"Is it uncomfortable? Is there any discomfort?"

"I want to eat noodles." She acted like a child in front of Yuan Ying.

"Okay, okay, mom will do it for you."

Yuan Ying's hand-rolled noodles are very powerful, but it takes a long time to make them now, Ling Nuanqing waited while watching TV.

When she walked into the kitchen, she saw Yuan Ying cutting noodles, and heard footsteps coming in, Yuan Ying raised her head, "Are you starving?"

"I'm not hungry, I just want to watch you."

Ling Nuanqing leaned against the console, and the servant stood cautiously beside her, not daring to take her eyes off Yuan Ying's hand.

Ling Nuanqing watched Yuan Ying cut the noodles meticulously, and the sunlight came in from the kitchen window, which was the same as the picture she had imagined a long time ago.Mom is busy with delicious food in the kitchen, but she lacks a father who comes back from get off work, and the dream that the family of three can go out to watch a movie.

Over the years, she really missed a lot.

Missing more than a bowl of noodles and a movie, Ling Nuanqing walked behind Yuan Ying and suddenly hugged her.

"Mother."

Yuan Ying paused, then smiled lightly, "What's wrong with my An'an?"

"I won't disturb you, you continue."

Yuan Ying smiled, and sliced ​​thinly, "I'll make you some soup later, you can eat more."

"it is good."

Ling Nuanqing didn't let go after hugging her, even the servant laughed. "Miss, it's not easy for her to do things like this."

"I'm going to hug her." Just like a child playing tricks, no one can do anything to her.

It wasn't until Yuan Ying finished a bowl of hand-rolled noodles that she patted the back of Ling Nuanqing's hand. "An'an, go out and eat."

"I still want to hold you."

"Okay, then mom, walk slowly, and you should also pay attention to safety."

The two walked outside like a conjoined twin. The servant hurriedly packed the kitchen and locked all the knives and other items.

After finishing these things, the servant went upstairs to tidy up the room, giving Yuan Ying and Ling Nuanqing a space to be alone.

"Is it tasty?"

Ling Nuanqing took a sip and nodded. "tasty."

"Mom will make dumplings for you another day, and the bread made by yourself is very delicious."

Ling Nuanqing followed Ling Shaocheng and had never eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, but she just wanted a bowl of hot rice and hot soup from her mother. "Mom, tell me about my childhood."

"When you were young, you were skinnier than boys. When you fought with boys of the same age, no one was your opponent..."

When Ling Shaocheng was about to go downstairs, he heard loud laughter from below, he couldn't help but stop, it was Ling Nuanqing's voice, how long had he not heard her laugh like this.

"Mom, I don't believe it. I was very good when I was a child. That's not the case."

"You have forgotten that there was another time when you went back to the countryside, you blocked the chimney of someone else's chimney with straw, half of the relatives' food was burned, and all the smoke ran down, and the whole house was full of tears."

Ling Shaocheng couldn't help laughing, when he first met Ling Nuanqing, he never imagined that she had this side.

As the man leaned against the railing, he heard Ling Nuanqing deny it at all. "Not me, of course not."

He almost lay down on the ground, waved his hands and feet and rolled again.

Ling Shaocheng couldn't bear to go on, if Ling Nuanqing saw him, she would definitely put on another expression.

Yuan Ying followed suit with a smile, her gaze fell on Ling Nuanqing's stomach involuntarily, her smile froze slightly, and she tentatively spoke. "An'an, tell mom the truth, what are you going to do with this child?"

Ling Nuanqing's hands clenched the chopsticks trembling, of course she didn't want to stay, but this was under Ling Shaocheng's nose, "Mom, I have my own plan."

"An'an, this child...can't be kept."

The only warmth on Ling Shaocheng's face was shattered with a bang, instantly changing the man's terrifying face.

"You can still have your own life in the future. You are still young. If you really give birth to a child, your life will be over."

Ling Nuanqing didn't think so far, she didn't want this child because he was Ling Shaocheng's flesh and blood.

She is now so cautious that she is almost morbid. Who knows if there is a monitor in this room?

"Mom," Ling Nuanqing held Yuan Ying's palm. "There are only two people left in our family, wouldn't it be nice to have another baby?

"But……"

Ling Nuanqing's eyes caught Yuan Ying, her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and Yuan Ying immediately retracted her words.

"Mr. Ling, why don't you go downstairs?" The servant came down from the second floor and met Ling Shaocheng who was still standing at the stairs.

He walked downstairs step by step, Ling Nuanqing hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat noodles, she wasn't sure if he heard what he said just now, but Ling Nuanqing was glad that she said the words against her will.

Ling Shaocheng walked over and saw that she seemed to have a good appetite. "Is it tasty?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

Ling Shaocheng patted her on the head, "Eat more."

At night, Yuan Ying left from Jin Zun Mansion, Ling Nuanqing sent her out, when she returned to the living room, she saw Ling Shaocheng staring at a pot of orchids on the coffee table.

"My mother gave it to me."

Ling Nuanqing walked forward, seeing Ling Shaocheng pick up a pair of scissors, she immediately thought of what he would do next. "don't want."

Click.

Ling Shaocheng still cut off the only blooming flower.